—MHA men reaction to you asking them to step out so you can change!
დ .*”Summary:You ask your husband/boyfriends/fiancé to step out so you can change and their reactions are to say... quite funny.
༒ღ༻Pairing:Shoto Todoroki ; f!reader x Enji Todoroki x f!reader ; Aizawa Shouta x f!reader ; Takami Keigo x f!reader
༺˚₊➳ Tags:Cute; Funny; Prank; irritation; MHA; Couple
*•̩̩͙✩˚A/N:Okay guys here’s part two! You ask and you shall receive or whatever. Anyways I’m half asleep already so you better enjoy cause I forced myself to stay awake. Yeahh enjoy babes xx
Shoto Todoroki — “You Want Me to Leave?”
You didn’t usually mess with Shoto.
Not because you couldn’t — he was your boyfriend, not a porcelain doll — but because he was usually the one leaving you flustered with his bluntness, quiet observations, and tendency to walk around shirtless after morning showers like it was no big deal.
But today? You were going to get him back.
The apartment was quiet, filled with soft sunlight. Shoto was sitting on the edge of the bed, one socked foot on the ground, the other resting across his knee as he scrolled through messages from the agency. His white-and-red hair was still slightly tousled from his post-shower routine, and the edge of a smile played at his lips as he absentmindedly read through the group chat he barely replied to.
You stood in front of the dresser, digging for comfy clothes, clad in just his oversized shirt and a pair of shorts that were hidden by the hem.
It was the perfect setup.
You turned, keeping your tone even. “Sho? Can you step out for a second? I’m gonna change.”
He didn’t even look up. “I don’t mind.”
You blinked. “I know, but I do. Just for now. Please?”
His phone lowered slowly. His two-toned eyes flicked to your face, then down to your outfit, and back up again with clear confusion.
“…You want me to leave the room?”
You nodded, biting your lip to keep a straight face. “Just while I change.”
His brows furrowed slightly. “But… I’ve seen you change a hundred times.”
You shrugged. “Still. I want privacy.”
There was a beat of silence.
You had to fight every urge to not crack right then. “No! I just… want to change alone.”
Now he looked genuinely concerned. “Did I do something?”
“No. It’s not about you.”
You sighed dramatically. “Sho, just please step out for a second.”
He stood slowly, frowning, clearly puzzled. “If you’re upset, I’d rather talk about it.”
“You’ve never been shy before. You’ve literally sat on my lap while in nothing but a thong.”
You froze, staring at him with mock offense. “What?”
He tilted his head just slightly, watching you like a puzzle he was trying to solve. “You’re messing with me.”
“You are. Your eyes twitch when you lie.”
You smothered a laugh behind your hand.
“I knew it.” He stepped closer, arms crossed loosely. “You’re pulling something.”
“Damn it,” you muttered, grinning.
He smiled faintly, proud of himself for catching on. “You forget I live with you.”
“So you’re not going to fall for it?”
“I didn’t say that.” He raised an eyebrow, voice smooth. “I just want to know why you felt the need to prank me. I’ve been very good today.”
“You left wet towels on the bathroom floor.”
“…That was a strategic oversight.”
You giggled, but he stepped closer, tilting his head with curiosity.
“Was it payback for when I accidentally walked in on you last week?”
“You didn’t even flinch. You just said ‘nice’ and walked out.”
“It was nice,” he said, deadpan.
You laughed, cheeks heating.
He stopped in front of you now, arms resting gently on either side of your waist, his touch warm even through the shirt.
“You’re really cute when you lie,” he murmured. “But not very convincing.”
“I had you going for a second.”
His thumbs traced slow, absent-minded circles at your hips. “But… for the record…”
You looked up, caught off guard by the faint blush rising to his ears.
“If you ever did want me to leave… I’d probably just wait outside the door. Quietly. Staring at the floor.”
You blinked. “That’s… weirdly adorable.”
“I don’t like the idea of you hiding from me.”
“I know it’s stupid,” he added quickly, letting out a quiet breath. “But I like knowing I can be close to you. That you trust me. That you want me there.”
Your hand found his cheek gently, brushing his bangs aside.
“I do,” you said. “I always do.”
“Then don’t prank me again,” he mumbled, almost pouty now. “You looked serious. I thought I messed up.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I’m sorry.”
He hummed. “You can make it up to me.”
He leaned down, his mouth brushing your ear.
“Let me help you change.”
Your face burned. “Shoto—!”
He smiled, just a little smug now. “What? It’s the least you can do.”
“Fine. But I pick the music this time.”
He nodded, leading you toward the closet. “As long as it’s not the glitter song.”
Enji Todoroki — “You want me to… what?”
The hum of fire from the kitchen had faded.
That meant he’d finished dinner.
You stretched on the couch, glancing at the clock. It was already late, and Enji was sticking to his off-duty promise — no agency calls, no patrols, just one quiet evening together. He had cooked for you (like always), showered (like always), and now he was probably in the bedroom, folding towels unnecessarily (like always).
He was still Endeavor — sharp, structured, proud — but the man who lived in your home wasn’t the firestorm on TV. With you, he was quieter. Slower. Awkward, sometimes. Like he wasn’t used to being wanted for anything soft.
That’s why tonight felt like the perfect time to mess with him just a little.
You padded into the bedroom, towel slung around your shoulders, robe tight around your waist. He was at the edge of the bed, reading glasses pushed up on his nose, quietly browsing his tablet. Shirtless, of course — his skin still warm from the shower, hair damp and pushed back.
You stood by the closet, holding a change of clothes in your hand, pretending to look thoughtful.
His head tilted toward you, one thick brow lifting in silent acknowledgment. He didn’t speak — just waited. That’s how Enji was. No wasted words unless necessary.
“I’m gonna change now,” you said lightly, facing him, playing it casual. “Can you, um… step out for a sec?”
There it was — the first crack. You bit back a smile.
“I just need to change,” you repeated, hiding your grin behind your voice. “Alone.”
He didn’t move. His jaw flexed, and you could see the gears turning in that sharp, structured brain of his. He wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions, but he was the type to assume he’d messed up.
A long silence. He stared at you, unreadable. And then, finally:
“I’ve seen you naked. Multiple times.”
You turned slightly away, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Yeah, but still. I don’t know. Could you just… wait outside for a minute?”
Now he looked genuinely puzzled. His frown deepened, not out of annoyance, but confusion — as if he were running the scenario through his brain and couldn’t find the logic in it.
“You’re uncomfortable changing in front of me now?” he asked slowly. “…Did something happen?”
“No! I mean, nothing bad.” You waved your hand, trying to be breezy. “I just… feel like it. I don’t know.”
Enji’s gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, jaw flexing. You could see his brain working overtime. And it was adorable.
“…If I’ve done something to upset you,” he said, voice quieter, “you can tell me. You don’t have to—”
“Oh my god, Enji—no,” you interrupted quickly, walking over to put your hand on his arm. “I’m not upset. I swear. Just… could you step out for a sec?”
Now he was really confused. Like, genuinely stuck.
He looked at the door. Then back at you. Then at the bed. Then back at the closet.
“…You’re not… testing me, are you?” he asked, clearly suspicious now.
You laughed — you had to. “Testing you? What?”
“You’ve never asked me to leave before. I don’t understand.”
That was true. Enji was normally the one who’d politely look away or give you space — until the relationship deepened and boundaries blurred. But now that you were well past that stage, this sudden request threw him completely off balance.
He stepped back slightly. “If this is some kind of… relationship boundary reset, I’ll respect it. I just don’t—” He broke off again. “Are you mad at me?”
That did it. You absolutely couldn’t keep it together anymore. You burst into laughter, doubling over a bit, and Enji looked even more alarmed.
“I’m pranking you, you dummy!”
“I’m pranking you,” you repeated through laughter. “It’s a trend — telling your husband to leave so you can change, even though it makes no sense. I wanted to see what you’d do.”
“I just said it’s a prank!”
Enji exhaled, half-relieved and half-exasperated. “You’re playing games now?”
“I had to! You’re so serious all the time.” You grabbed his hand, eyes still sparkling. “You were about to spiral.”
“I was not about to spiral.”
“You were definitely spiraling. You thought I was mad at you!”
He grunted and looked away, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. You caught the faintest pink at the tops of his ears.
“…You caught me off guard,” he muttered. “That’s all.”
You grinned, still holding his hand. “You really thought I didn’t want you in the room anymore?”
“I wasn’t sure,” he admitted, eyes softening slightly. “You’ve never asked me that. It felt… abrupt.”
That was his way of saying it unsettled him. Which, okay, made you feel a tiny bit bad. But he also looked so flushed and confused that you couldn’t help but tease him more.
“Aww, poor flamey,” you said, bumping his hip. “Didn’t know what to do with himself.”
Enji gave you a flat look, but you saw the amused twitch in his mouth. You knew that look.
“I could’ve just taken my shirt off right in front of you and ended the prank,” he said casually.
You blinked. “You wouldn’t.”
He leaned a little closer.
Your stomach fluttered — which was not part of the plan. “Enji…”
“I’m still confused,” he continued smoothly. “But I think I know one way to get over it.”
You raised a brow. “Which is?”
“Take your shirt off and make it up to me.”
He stared right back, face completely serious.
“…That’s not how pranks work, babe.”
He hummed. “You’ve pranked me. That means I win the next move.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You’re making that up.”
Enji took a slow step closer. “Am I?”
You backed up — just slightly — laughing. “Oh, you’re so full of it!”
“You said I’m too serious,” he said, voice low and amused. “Maybe I should start pranking you back.”
“You wouldn’t survive the chaos.”
You watched him with warmth in your chest. He really was trying, even now — adapting to your energy, playing along, letting himself soften for you.
“You’re kind of adorable when you’re confused, you know that?” you said softly, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt.
He sighed, resting his forehead gently against yours. “I hate how much that worked on me.”
Silence fell again — but this time, it was warm, content. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you leaned into the heat of him. The earlier awkwardness had melted into something tender, familiar.
You buried your face into his chest.
“Still love me, even if I prank you sometimes?” you asked
Aizawa Shouta — “You Want Me to Leave? …Why?”
Living with Aizawa was kind of like living with a grumpy cat that secretly loved you.
He never said “I love you” first, never really smiled unless you were half asleep on his chest or struggling to button your coat in the morning. But he’d fix your collar for you, wordlessly. He’d bring coffee without asking. He’d drag himself out of bed at 3am just to warm up the house because you kicked off the blanket in your sleep and now your toes were cold.
So naturally… he was the perfect target for a harmless little prank.
You were in the bedroom, fresh out of the shower in your robe, rifling through the dresser for clean clothes while Aizawa sat on the bed reading some training reports for his class. His hair was loose — his “I’m off the clock, don’t ask me to move” look — and his posture was relaxed, shoulders slouched, one hand resting absently on his thigh.
You cleared your throat. “Hey, babe?”
“…Can you leave the room for a sec? I’m gonna change.”
He turned a page, deadpan. “Why?”
You shrugged casually, not looking at him. “Just want to change in private.”
“…We’re married,” he said slowly.
You held back your grin. “Still.”
Another long pause. He blinked once.
You shrugged. “Just not feeling it right now.”
He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, clearly trying to process the situation.
“We’ve literally showered together.”
You spun around with mock-seriousness. “Shouta.”
“Could you please leave?” you asked with dramatic politeness.
He looked up now, slowly.
You held back a grin. “Nope.”
“Not that I can think of.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he closed the file in his lap.
“I’ve seen you change a hundred times. You’ve changed in front of me without realizing it.”
You gave a shrug and didn’t meet his eyes. “I just want to be alone while I do it this time.”
“…Did Hizashi put you up to this?”
Your lips twitched. “No.”
“Do I need to remind you,” he said, voice low and dry, “that I’ve stitched you into your hero costume while you were half-naked in lingerie because we were late to patrol because of how hard of sex we had the night before?”
“I’ve bandaged your ribs. Rubbed medicine on your back. You fall asleep next to me without undergarments.”
“You’re lying.” He didn’t even blink. “I’ve interrogated villains more convincing than this.”
You bit your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.
Aizawa stood, stretching with a quiet sigh. “Alright, fine.”
You blinked. “Wait—what?”
Now you were thrown. “Seriously?”
He strolled toward the door. “If you’re gonna play games, I’ll go nap on the couch. Let me know when the dramatics are over.”
You caught his sleeve as he passed and burst out laughing, tugging him back.
He didn’t resist, but his unimpressed look spoke volumes.
“You’re the worst liar alive,” he said. “You can’t even keep a straight face.”
“I didn’t think you’d actually get up!”
“You pushed it too far.” He raised a brow. “Telling me to leave our room. Like I’m some random guy you barely tolerate.”
You grinned. “You tolerate me.”
“I more than tolerate you,” he muttered under his breath.
You leaned into him. “Say it again.”
He exhaled sharply. “You heard me.”
“No, I need you to say it like you mean it.”
He deadpanned, “You’re annoying.”
You kissed his cheek. “I know. But you love it.”
He grunted, grabbing your waist and pulling you in lazily. “You’re lucky I like difficult women.”
“I thought you didn’t like anyone?”
Your heart skipped a little at the easy way he said it — so casually, so Aizawa.
You looked up at him and grinned. “So you weren’t mad?”
“I wasn’t mad. I was considering revenge.”
“Hm.” He tugged your robe loose at the collar with a finger. “Something along the lines of making sure you ask me to leave next time. Loudly. Desperately.”
Your breath hitched. “Shouta.”
He shrugged, eyes half-lidded. “You started it.”
You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not fair.”
You turned away quickly, trying to hide your smile — but he reached past you for your clothes from the dresser.
“I’ve seen you wear this shirt three days in a row.”
You smirked. “So? I like it.”
He handed it to you. “Then keep it.”
He met your eyes. “It’s yours. You wear it more than I do anyway.”
“…You’re giving me your favorite shirt?”
“To you that’s practically a marriage proposal.”
He rolled his eyes but stepped closer, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want a real one?”
You blinked. “Wait—what?”
“I’m kidding,” he said flatly — but the flicker in his gaze said maybe he wasn’t.
Your breath caught. “Say it again.”
“Don’t prank me again,” he muttered. “You’ll give me a complex.”
You grinned, heart fluttering.
“Okay,” you whispered. “Deal.”
Keigo Takami — “You want me to leave? Excuse you?”
Living with Hawks was… exhausting. In a good way.
He was a human golden retriever with wings — constantly hovering, teasing, touching, kissing. If he wasn’t flying off for hero work, he was lounging around shirtless, plucking feathers from his wings with a grin and flicking them at you like darts. He was affectionate to a fault, smug on a normal day, and just a little too proud of himself when he made you flustered.
A thought sparked in your head, mischievous and immediate. You glanced at Keigo, who was distracted checking his phone — probably looking at memes or celebrity hero gossip. Now was your moment.
He was lounging on your shared bed when you stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, towel slung around your shoulders, and robe pulled tight. You padded over to the closet, pretending not to notice the way his eyes followed your every move.
His wings twitched lazily behind him.
“You’re lucky I’m tired,” he mumbled, “or I’d be over there helping you out of that robe.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re always tired.”
“Yeah, but I’m never too tired for you, baby.”
“Mmhm. Can you do me a favor, actually?”
“Anything,” he said, spreading his arms dramatically. “Want me to fly to the moon? Steal Endeavor’s stash of instant ramen? Fight crime shirtless?”
You snorted. “No, just… can you leave the room for a minute?”
His smile froze. “…What?”
The silence was immediate.
His brows rose, golden eyes blinking in confusion. “You… want me to leave? So you can change?”
You were biting the inside of your cheek now, doing everything in your power not to lose it.
His wings twitched. “You want me… the man you have licked frosting off of his goddamned dick, to leave. So you can change.”
You looked at him innocently.
He sat up slowly. “Is this a test? Did I miss a date? Did I say something dumb while I was half-asleep again?”
“You’re… actually kicking me out of the room?” His wings flared slightly. “Do you have a secret boyfriend you’re changing for? Is that it? Did a villian put you up to this?!”
You cracked. A laugh bubbled out before you could stop it, and his eyes narrowed instantly.
Keigo stared at you like you had just told him he was being drafted into the military. He pointed to the couch. “This couch. That I bought. In the apartment where I pay the rent. Where we sleep next to each other. Naked, might I add.”
Keigo threw his head back and groaned, pacing away from you like he was physically in pain.
"This is a test," he muttered. "You're testing me.
You're trying to kill me. Oh my god."
You turned away just enough to grab your shirt from the basket and hold it to your chest.
"Could you? Just for a sec?"
He froze. "You're serious."
Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of you with one hand over his heart and the other stretched dramatically into the air.
"Oh, cruel temptress!" he wailed. "You wound me!"
You lost it. Burst out laughing, hiding your face in the clean laundry pile.
"I've been exiled," he continued, standing up and spinning in a circle like a tragic Broadway character. "Banished from the bedroom I so lovingly vacuumed crumbs out of last night.
Tossed aside like a common pervert."
"Kei-stop-" you gasped between laughs.
"No! I'll go!" he declared, already walking backwards toward the hallway with his wings flaring slightly. "'ll stand outside the door like a chaste fool and wait for the sound of a zipper like some kind of shameful husband-in-waiting”
"We're not married," you reminded him, still giggling.
"Oh, but I could be!" he shouted, dramatically flopping onto the bed behind you. "If only I hadn't betrayed your trust by looking at you!"
He peeked up at you from the covers, grinning.
You snorted and tossed a balled-up sock at him.
"Admit it," he said, voice low and cocky now. "You wanted me to react like this."
“Ah-ha.” He pointed at you, grinning. “There it is. You’re messing with me.”
“You had me worried we were breaking up!”
You rolled your eyes, walking over and pushing his shoulder gently. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I am dramatic. But only when I care.” He caught your wrist, tugging you gently between his legs. “You can’t just say stuff like that. You change in front of me all the time. You literally walked around naked last week with your ass-cheeks hanging out while eating ice cream. You said clothes were a ‘societal burden.’”
You rolled your eyes. “You are the worst.”
“Correction,” he said, walking over and kissing your forehead with zero warning. “I’m the worst best husband.”
He wasn’t your husband — yet. But he loved using the title, and you never had the heart to stop him.
He stepped closer. “The room where I’ve seen you change so many times I could recite a time-lapse of your entire wardrobe evolution.”
You cleared your throat, still playing it cool. “Yes.”
You gave him a wide-eyed, innocent smile. “Exactly.”
You smirked. “I wanted to see how fast you’d crumble.”
Keigo leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “Joke’s on you. I always crumble for you.”
That actually got you a little flustered. He smirked, clearly noticing.
You tugged on your clean shirt and turned to him, arms crossed. “Alright, drama king. You can stay.”
He rolled over to you in half a second, pulling you into his lap. “Only because I passed the test, right?”
“You absolutely failed the test,” you laughed.
“Nah. I redefined the test,” he said smugly. “And then I got extra credit.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away from him. His hands were warm on your waist, and he kissed the side of your neck gently — less playful now, more genuine.
“I like watching you change,” he murmured. “Not just because you’re hot — which, duh — but because it reminds me I get to see all the parts of you nobody else does.”
Your heart fluttered a little at that. He could be bold and ridiculous, sure — but this was Keigo at his most real.
“I didn’t mean to mess with you too hard,” you said softly.
He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Mess with me all you want, baby bird. I can take it.”
“…Husband,” you teased quietly, nudging his chest.
His whole body stilled for a second — and then a smirk broke across his lips.
“You trying to really kill me today, huh?”
